And it goes a little something like this:

Thre is no way to preface this. I'll let the story tell itself.:

So last week was a week long camp where I had to teach. I had taken the cab to the school for the first four days because it was pretty close to where I live. Well, on the fourth day, I decided to take the bus home. I had to walk down from one bus stop to another in order to transfer to the bus that took me home. This was purely guesswork on my part as that :

A) Never. EVER ride the bus here
B) All the bus routes on the signs at the bus stops are in Korean with no English. My Korean isn't good enough to read EVERY sign yet.

Can we see where this is going yet?

So the next day, I decide to use my newfound knowledge of the bus routes to take the bus to school the following morning. A rain-filled morning of evil. I hopped the bus going near my house thinking it would take me down the street and around the corner towards the school.

Oh how wrong I was!!!!

So where did I end up? Somewhere in another part of town with no clue as to where I was going!!! YAY!!!

At some point, I realized I’m was near a subway station. I hopped on the train and figured I could catch a bus near the station closest to the school.
I arrived at the station and walked towards the exit. As I walked around, an old man (let's call him Mr. Korean Old Man) stopped me and shook my hand. I've been here a year so I'm kind of used to it by now. I shake his hand, say hello and walk away.

But Mr. Korean old man didn't let go.

For some reason, Korean Old Man decided then and there that he must prove his manhood with a feat of strength. In order to impress hid old man buddies, he tried to pick me up.

Yes, you read that right. BENT DOWN AND TRIED TO PICK ME UP OVER HIS SHOULDER!!!!

I just pulled away from him and continued on my way. . . once again shocked at Sparkling Korea and it’s randomness.

Yep. This is my life.

Just so you know. I did get to school. . . . an hour later. Wet and sweaty from running in the monsoon rain. I missed a whole class period. However, no one cared as it was the last day of camp and the kids were just practicing for their shows. My co-teacher just told me to take a rest in the breakroom until it was for the closing show for all the students. I should have just went home and back to sleep.I'll post pictures from Camps later. . . .